It's not some grand symphony.
Neither is it the collapse of civilization, nor the fall of a dynasty.
It's not the end of a noble ideal, nor the extinguishment of a steadfast belief.
It's just... crying.
At this moment, holding the high-pitched Little Qi, the designated third generation of Ex Nihilo, An Jing connected to this Realm of Nonexistence, naturally also connecting to the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony that had begun to merge with the Realm of Nonexistence.
Connected to the countless billions, endless and near infinite, who chose 'Mysterious Heaven Ceremony' and abandoned 'themselves', the anguished cries of the despairing.
Endless voices and endless memories transformed into a vast tide, into an unceasing gale, roaring into An Jing's mind.
Thereafter, it became his memories.
Thus, in this instant.
An Jing saw it, the billions and billions of things like specks of dust, insignificant to a strong one like him, yet undeniably real.
